...guys!
Over the last couple of weeks, I've been getting friends' requests on my yahoo messenger for guys I knew in the yahoo groups a few years ago. Each one disappeared and how they've resurfaced and want to chat 'intimately' with me. One guy who was really big in the romantic decadence poetry group calls me 'sweetness personified'. Back in the day, he used to email me poetry and wanted me to reply with poetry. The problem I had was that he was a rhymer...and I couldn't get into his method, so I didn't reply. Now he's sending offlines with poems..or partial poems. I've ignored him so far. I've changed a lot...and don't need 'online validation.'
There have been a few others who just want to know if I'm still free to cyber. I don't remember ever cybering with them. I added them to my list so I would know when they were online and thus remain invisible. It pays to keep those that bother you in your eyes' pathway.
But the one that sorta makes me confused is a guy I knew way before Yahoo--probably in 2000...we met in a NC singles chatroom and ended up going out a few times. Both of us were Scorpios...born just a day apart. I think we were just too intense for each other. When he touched me... in innocent ways, I felt electricity or static energy between us. It was as if he was sucking my essence out of me, just by touch alone.. So we never made it beyond 2 dates.
I didn't hear much from him afterwards..other than the occasional "I just found my dream girl" email. Well, he kept sending me friend's requests last week.. I decline a few of them but finally excepted. Last night he caught me in chat and told me he had gotten married in Dec 07...and wasn't sure it would work because the girl is a Virgo. I told him to give it a chance... and to try and keep things fresh. As I said good-bye after making sure he knew I was 'almost engaged'...he suggested we exchange numbers soon and talk one weekend while he was at work....
I didn't reply...just pretended not to be there. I don't understand why he wants to talk. We haven't in 8 years...beyond the occasional email a few years ago..I can't even remember the last time we did email... I'm thinking about 4 to 5 years ago. We have nothing in common...and if he's newly wed and happy, why contact me??? I'm sure there are local people he can talk to who want to be his friend.
This just baffles me a bit... I'm sure it will fade away ... it always does.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Feb. 29, 2008
We won't see this day for another 4 years. I usually ask a guy to marry me on this day...on I know who will say no.
So I asked Jeff Diamond, the DJ ... I told him that I would wash his oldies shirts every night... cook him dinner wearing only thigh high stockings, heels, lacy black panties and an apron. That I would enhance and retouch his professional photos so that he always looks great in publications...and I would iron and starch his boxers so that he could stand at attention, even when he didn't feel like it.
A great bargain I think...
He said "Starch my boxers...ouch... ha... you can enhance my boxers."
Well..that's true...
It wasn't until later that I realized he never said no to my proposal...
So I asked Jeff Diamond, the DJ ... I told him that I would wash his oldies shirts every night... cook him dinner wearing only thigh high stockings, heels, lacy black panties and an apron. That I would enhance and retouch his professional photos so that he always looks great in publications...and I would iron and starch his boxers so that he could stand at attention, even when he didn't feel like it.
A great bargain I think...
He said "Starch my boxers...ouch... ha... you can enhance my boxers."
Well..that's true...
It wasn't until later that I realized he never said no to my proposal...
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Calls to Me
Today I noticed the first blade of green grass,
pushing up through autumn leaves
that find solace in winter’s arms.
Not far away was the first daffodil,
tender petals of buttery yellow
challenging the sun’s brilliance.
I should rejoice in these sights,
knowing spring is close at hand;
days of rebirth and second chances.
But I miss the sea; salt on my lips,
winds that whip my hair into submission,
alabaster sand under my bare feet.
My soul wants to bathe in the ocean,
baptized in foam and sunlight
that reflects in mermaid eyes.
The song of seagulls carried on the wind
whispers a tune in my heart;
the words a sigh that breathes salt.
My mind’s eye pictures the twisting surf,
clinging to me like a lover’s embrace
with every inch of me touched and caressed.
Cobalt blue skies at sunset; light pink dawns
and the mysteries of sorrow in every drop
of teary water calls to me, beckons me home.
pushing up through autumn leaves
that find solace in winter’s arms.
Not far away was the first daffodil,
tender petals of buttery yellow
challenging the sun’s brilliance.
I should rejoice in these sights,
knowing spring is close at hand;
days of rebirth and second chances.
But I miss the sea; salt on my lips,
winds that whip my hair into submission,
alabaster sand under my bare feet.
My soul wants to bathe in the ocean,
baptized in foam and sunlight
that reflects in mermaid eyes.
The song of seagulls carried on the wind
whispers a tune in my heart;
the words a sigh that breathes salt.
My mind’s eye pictures the twisting surf,
clinging to me like a lover’s embrace
with every inch of me touched and caressed.
Cobalt blue skies at sunset; light pink dawns
and the mysteries of sorrow in every drop
of teary water calls to me, beckons me home.
Curiosity
There are a few places in town that I like to get gas at. My favorite one is on the edge of town and I use the back road to get home, which takes me through the swamp. I noticed the other day that there are a lot of dirt paths leading into the thick woods and I wondered where they lead. But I am not brave enough to follow them...at least not by myself.
On the main road I live off of, there’s a pond with a couple of houses on it. Really nice. There’s a horse pasture and a grave yard! I can’t help but wonder how the grave yard affects those people living there... Looking at it across the pond. I can imagine how the horse pasture effects them.. Peeyou!
I’ve been thinking about the paths and the grave yard for a few days now... Two short stories are forming in my head about women who can’t fight the urge to explore the paths and the grave yards to see what’s there, regardless of the consequences. I’ll call the series “Curiosity Killed the Cat.”
Few people know that “Satisfaction Brought it Back.”
On the main road I live off of, there’s a pond with a couple of houses on it. Really nice. There’s a horse pasture and a grave yard! I can’t help but wonder how the grave yard affects those people living there... Looking at it across the pond. I can imagine how the horse pasture effects them.. Peeyou!
I’ve been thinking about the paths and the grave yard for a few days now... Two short stories are forming in my head about women who can’t fight the urge to explore the paths and the grave yards to see what’s there, regardless of the consequences. I’ll call the series “Curiosity Killed the Cat.”
Few people know that “Satisfaction Brought it Back.”
Presidency = aging
Boy, George Bush sure looks old. I wonder if Hilary Clinton realizes that if she does become President, she's gonna look older and haggier (is that a word?) than she does right now...and believe me, she looks pretty frumpy now.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Today... tomorrow...or not
William is here tonight. We worked on homework and his oral project on Babe Ruth. He thought he should talk in a deep voice which came out sounding like a bad hillbilly movie, so I had him axe that idea. He asked me what I was going to do while he was sleeping. I said, "Read an unwritten story. "
Hopefully trying to figure that one out will get him to sleep quickly.
It was one of those days today that was strange. I had to run some errands this morning and they went ok. Then Al showed up at around 11:30 and we had an early lunch. I went with him to the courthouse to get his passport application sent off...and when I went through the metal detectors I sent them off... I had removed everything from my coat and my jeans' pocket. They kept scanning me with that handheld thingie and I kept sending off alarms. For a moment I thought the two guards--beefy black females were gonna do a cavity search, until I searched my coat pockets again and...bingo... I found a penny wedged in a corner of a pocket. Now how can a penny send the metal detectors in a turmoil? Al went through it with a pen in his coat pocket and the damn thing didn't go off.
I confess it was nice to see Al. I've missed him these last few weeks. Think I'll leave work early Friday and drive up to Fayetteville for the weekend. Maybe we can find some quality time together. Talk about our future...whether he wants to or not. This celibacy thing isn't working too well for me... I think he should know this, don't you?
Since I've been home on Sunday evenings these past 3 or so weeks, I've been watching supernatural shows on the Bio channel. Which have gotten me to think about how I've had so many experiences...so this afternoon at work I wrote a very long essay on these thoughts... I wrote it in my word program. Then went online to paste it at myspace first...then here...and guess what? My computer crashed... I lost the article. Now I don't know if it will be recovered when I log back into MicroWord...should be interesting to see if it does. Do I read anything into this? No...just a ususal PC crash that happens nearly every working day.
Hopefully trying to figure that one out will get him to sleep quickly.
It was one of those days today that was strange. I had to run some errands this morning and they went ok. Then Al showed up at around 11:30 and we had an early lunch. I went with him to the courthouse to get his passport application sent off...and when I went through the metal detectors I sent them off... I had removed everything from my coat and my jeans' pocket. They kept scanning me with that handheld thingie and I kept sending off alarms. For a moment I thought the two guards--beefy black females were gonna do a cavity search, until I searched my coat pockets again and...bingo... I found a penny wedged in a corner of a pocket. Now how can a penny send the metal detectors in a turmoil? Al went through it with a pen in his coat pocket and the damn thing didn't go off.
I confess it was nice to see Al. I've missed him these last few weeks. Think I'll leave work early Friday and drive up to Fayetteville for the weekend. Maybe we can find some quality time together. Talk about our future...whether he wants to or not. This celibacy thing isn't working too well for me... I think he should know this, don't you?
Since I've been home on Sunday evenings these past 3 or so weeks, I've been watching supernatural shows on the Bio channel. Which have gotten me to think about how I've had so many experiences...so this afternoon at work I wrote a very long essay on these thoughts... I wrote it in my word program. Then went online to paste it at myspace first...then here...and guess what? My computer crashed... I lost the article. Now I don't know if it will be recovered when I log back into MicroWord...should be interesting to see if it does. Do I read anything into this? No...just a ususal PC crash that happens nearly every working day.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Cough... damn... Cough
I can't get rid of my cough. It keeps lingering on ...like a smelly fart. (That's what William said about his math homework last night..lol).
Tune In
While I'm getting ready this morning, I'm listening to Jeff Diamond ...his station WNCT is online. So if you like oldies..that rock... go listen. It's easy and you know you really really want too...
He played Ladies' Night by Kool & the Gang just a few mins ago and I danced around in my undies...
Now he's playing Ma Cherie Amour... Stevie Wonder. The mailman sings this to me every day he's on the route.
He played Ladies' Night by Kool & the Gang just a few mins ago and I danced around in my undies...
Now he's playing Ma Cherie Amour... Stevie Wonder. The mailman sings this to me every day he's on the route.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Survey says...
Since Al is working 2 jobs until March 8, I went over on Saturday to help do some housework and cook him some food so he wouldn't have to. I baked chicken thighs, fried some sage covered pork chops, made some chili and some black bean soup... did some laundry and swept his floors.
Of course half way through it all, I thought "What the HELL am I doing???" But I knew he appreciated it and that was my reward.
At around 6 pm, I was finishing up the dishes when the phone rang. I figured it was him but it wasn't. The caller was a guy from India.
"May I speak with Allen?" he asked.
I said, "Hmm... he's not available."
"May I speak with household member about survey of Office Depot?" he asked.
"Hm...hold on for a second," I said. I pulled the phone from my ear and held it towards the cat saying, "Here...kitty... here...kitty, do you want to talk to nice man?
I could dimly hear the man saying "Miss...Miss...who you calling for survey? Miss..MISSSSS?"
I put the phone back to my ear and said, "Hmmm she doesn't want to talk to you."
He said, "Was that cat you calling just now?" He didn't wait for an answer and rushed on with "Cat not person. I talk to household member only."
"But..But... the cat is a household member. She likes Office Depot. In fact we all do. So you don't have to survey us. Just check "great, we love them" to all your questions."
He cleared his throat, then sighed and said, "I call Allen later."
I said empathically, "No you won't. He works 3rd shift and if he's disturbed before it's time to wake up, his wrath is like the finger of God ... destroying all in his path."
The India guy didn't say anything for a moment and I really thought he had hung up on me. Then he said, "Ok Miss. We not survey your household. No call back. Ok?"
"Great," I said, "Oh and we really do love Office Depot. Don't forget to write it down."
Of course half way through it all, I thought "What the HELL am I doing???" But I knew he appreciated it and that was my reward.
At around 6 pm, I was finishing up the dishes when the phone rang. I figured it was him but it wasn't. The caller was a guy from India.
"May I speak with Allen?" he asked.
I said, "Hmm... he's not available."
"May I speak with household member about survey of Office Depot?" he asked.
"Hm...hold on for a second," I said. I pulled the phone from my ear and held it towards the cat saying, "Here...kitty... here...kitty, do you want to talk to nice man?
I could dimly hear the man saying "Miss...Miss...who you calling for survey? Miss..MISSSSS?"
I put the phone back to my ear and said, "Hmmm she doesn't want to talk to you."
He said, "Was that cat you calling just now?" He didn't wait for an answer and rushed on with "Cat not person. I talk to household member only."
"But..But... the cat is a household member. She likes Office Depot. In fact we all do. So you don't have to survey us. Just check "great, we love them" to all your questions."
He cleared his throat, then sighed and said, "I call Allen later."
I said empathically, "No you won't. He works 3rd shift and if he's disturbed before it's time to wake up, his wrath is like the finger of God ... destroying all in his path."
The India guy didn't say anything for a moment and I really thought he had hung up on me. Then he said, "Ok Miss. We not survey your household. No call back. Ok?"
"Great," I said, "Oh and we really do love Office Depot. Don't forget to write it down."
Donnie Osmond
I have a myspace page. A very very good friend of mine (whom I know offline) found it a few days ago and after reading the profile, he wrote a message that said:
"Where does Donnie Osmond fit in with the other musicians? That's Sherrie; no one knows the answer except the Reaper."
I laughed so hard when I read that message. He's right though... and I would never admit to him that he knows me way too well...for his own good.
"Where does Donnie Osmond fit in with the other musicians? That's Sherrie; no one knows the answer except the Reaper."
I laughed so hard when I read that message. He's right though... and I would never admit to him that he knows me way too well...for his own good.
"And after the spanking, the oral sex. "
The Lumberyard guy, John saw "Spamalot" this weekend. Reading his post reminded me of something...
A while back I was dating a guy who was 11 years younger than I. We got along fairly well even if the romance faded rapidly, we still went out to dinner or movies or shopping when he needed to buy something for his daughter or whoever. I never worried about a long-term relationship because I knew our age difference would catch up with us sooner or later. And since I'm young at heart, it took a long time for it to happen...and it happened it stages.
The first time it happened we were in F-ville at the mall. We dropped in Spencer's (a novelty shop that had 'head' stuff, adult stuff and goofy stuff) to look around. To my surprise there was a huge display of all thing's "Grail."
I said, "OMG, the Holy Grail. I love that movie."
He said, "What movie?"
I stared hard at him, wondering if he was joking. "Monty Python and the Holy Grail."
He said, "Never heard of it."
My mouth dropped. "Wha...t? Monty Python is a comedy group out of England. Hell, they are England. Haven't you ever seen the show? It's on PBS quite often."
He yawned, "Nope. I have no idea who they are." And he walked away while I stared at his retreating back, thinking "We are truly doomed." And the first nail went into the coffin.
The next nail happened I asked if we could go see "KC & The Sunshine Band" at the HOB in Myrtle Beach. He said no after promising me if I went to a "Beach Boys" concert with him that he would take me to see whatever band I wanted to see. His excuse was "I don't 'get' the 70's."
I lOOoooOOooove the 70's. And aren't the Beach Boys a part of the 70's????
Then one night, he called and asked, "Sherrie, what are sea monkeys?"
My answer was drowned out by the hammer hitting the final nail and the heavy thump of dirt covering the coffin.
A while back I was dating a guy who was 11 years younger than I. We got along fairly well even if the romance faded rapidly, we still went out to dinner or movies or shopping when he needed to buy something for his daughter or whoever. I never worried about a long-term relationship because I knew our age difference would catch up with us sooner or later. And since I'm young at heart, it took a long time for it to happen...and it happened it stages.
The first time it happened we were in F-ville at the mall. We dropped in Spencer's (a novelty shop that had 'head' stuff, adult stuff and goofy stuff) to look around. To my surprise there was a huge display of all thing's "Grail."
I said, "OMG, the Holy Grail. I love that movie."
He said, "What movie?"
I stared hard at him, wondering if he was joking. "Monty Python and the Holy Grail."
He said, "Never heard of it."
My mouth dropped. "Wha...t? Monty Python is a comedy group out of England. Hell, they are England. Haven't you ever seen the show? It's on PBS quite often."
He yawned, "Nope. I have no idea who they are." And he walked away while I stared at his retreating back, thinking "We are truly doomed." And the first nail went into the coffin.
The next nail happened I asked if we could go see "KC & The Sunshine Band" at the HOB in Myrtle Beach. He said no after promising me if I went to a "Beach Boys" concert with him that he would take me to see whatever band I wanted to see. His excuse was "I don't 'get' the 70's."
I lOOoooOOooove the 70's. And aren't the Beach Boys a part of the 70's????
Then one night, he called and asked, "Sherrie, what are sea monkeys?"
My answer was drowned out by the hammer hitting the final nail and the heavy thump of dirt covering the coffin.
Friday, February 22, 2008
2000
According the my dashboard, this is my 2000 post. A milestone in ways but really it's not that important. All milestones end and others begin, right?
So what do I say in this post? Something witty that will make the world smile? Something profound that will inspire poetry or music or art?
No, I think not.
I will just say this. I love this place. I can write what I want and not care what others think. I can get things off my chest. I can make you smile or laugh or even feel sad.
Words have so much power. If we could harvest their power, just think of what we could do with it. No more oil .... I believe that even solar power would dim under the power harvested from words.
Now that is quite the thought....
and I'm glad I have that fuel.
So what do I say in this post? Something witty that will make the world smile? Something profound that will inspire poetry or music or art?
No, I think not.
I will just say this. I love this place. I can write what I want and not care what others think. I can get things off my chest. I can make you smile or laugh or even feel sad.
Words have so much power. If we could harvest their power, just think of what we could do with it. No more oil .... I believe that even solar power would dim under the power harvested from words.
Now that is quite the thought....
and I'm glad I have that fuel.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
spelling
Thought you guys might like to know.. I'm very happy today... ever been like that and could barely contain it. I know you're happy for me... and can barely contain it too. lol..
I was helping William with a project on Babe Ruth the other night. He kept misspelling words like joon for June or.. Kankies for Yankees (Don't know where that one came from..).. so I pull up the google search engine...and type in Babe Rooth.
lol... that kid rubs off on ya.
I was helping William with a project on Babe Ruth the other night. He kept misspelling words like joon for June or.. Kankies for Yankees (Don't know where that one came from..).. so I pull up the google search engine...and type in Babe Rooth.
lol... that kid rubs off on ya.
Love...
I'm bubbling over with happiness today.
I got to Al's house at about 4:30. I let myself in and the house was real quiet. I knew he was probably sleeping because he worked the night before and had errands to do that morning. So I said hi to the cat, put my stuff on the table and slipped my shoes off before slipping into bed with him.
He woke up and promptly pulled me into a total body embrace. We stayed like that for a very long time, not speaking but kissing softly, then deeply, then softly..and so a vicious cycle was born. But neither of us minded. We were so happy to be together again. We finally broke apart long enough for me to give him a total body massage from the top of his head to the tip of his toes...ok..not a total body massage since his privates are still off limits, though I did get to massage his sexy ass.. How I managed not to ravish him...I guess I'll chalk it up to sheer will power.
We made a delicious dinner of blackened catfish fillets, steamed broccoli, baby lima beans and a salad. Then hung out until it was time for bed. We talked, we laughed and my heart is full of our love today. My happiness is too hard to contain... I'm glowing and everyone can see ... and as the mailman said, "Glowing is always a good thing."
I love this man...with every fervored grain of my body...with each molecule of air I inhale. I feel recharged, ready to face life again...and in a few more weeks, his second job will end and we'll be back to spending more time with each other. This time apart ( 17 days) has proven to both of us how much we enjoy each other's presence, how much we need it to recharge and face whatever life has tossed at us. Like Al said last night, "We fit together."
And did I say I'm happy today?
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
ah... Smell..I can smell again...
Finally getting a little better. My head doesn't feel as if it's gonna explode at any moment and my cough is a quiet yelp instead of a deep bark. I'm just on my second tissue instead of the tenth. When I take a deep breath and exhale, my lungs don't whistle.
So yes.. I'm feeling pretty frisky.
On top of it all..I'll see my sweetie this afternoon and the world will be right again. Except for the pollution, the crime, the immorality and high inflation....
Man I swear just when I'm ready to give up on Nip Tuck, they knock my panties off and make me want more. Last night's finale was great! That's all I'm gonna say about it. Because unless you're a viewer...anything I write won't mean a thing.
Sunday evening I caught a great show that I knew about but couldn't see in the past. Dexter. It's orginally on Showtime and I don't get that channel. I'm an HBO whore. CBS is showing the first season--edited for primetime I'm sure. But it caught my attention from the first second. I'm an addict now. Can't wait to see the next episode and hope it continues to be as great.
I don't remember much about my Saturday night. I had a fever and kept falling asleep on the couch...and I spent a lot of daylight sleeping on Sunday. But I did caught some great flicks Sunday night. Like Pan's Labyrinth. It's subtitled but such a great movie. And the Lost Boys! I don't think I've seen that movie in over ten years. I had forgetten some of it and had a few laughs at Corey Haim's outfits. So gay looking, even for the 80's.
After Dexter went off, I was going to turn off the TV but channel surfed for a while and came across "Epic Movie"...a spoof movie that hits on Narnia, Snakes on a Plane, The Da Vincci Code, Pirates of the Carribean Deadman's Chest (Darrell Hammond of SNL does a killer Jack Sparrow impression), Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Crispin Glover is a perverted Willie Wonka), Click, Cribbs, Nacho Libre, X-Men, Borat... the list goes on. I laughed my ass off. It was so damn senseless but so funny too. Probably due to my meds..lol..
So yes.. I'm feeling pretty frisky.
On top of it all..I'll see my sweetie this afternoon and the world will be right again. Except for the pollution, the crime, the immorality and high inflation....
Man I swear just when I'm ready to give up on Nip Tuck, they knock my panties off and make me want more. Last night's finale was great! That's all I'm gonna say about it. Because unless you're a viewer...anything I write won't mean a thing.
Sunday evening I caught a great show that I knew about but couldn't see in the past. Dexter. It's orginally on Showtime and I don't get that channel. I'm an HBO whore. CBS is showing the first season--edited for primetime I'm sure. But it caught my attention from the first second. I'm an addict now. Can't wait to see the next episode and hope it continues to be as great.
I don't remember much about my Saturday night. I had a fever and kept falling asleep on the couch...and I spent a lot of daylight sleeping on Sunday. But I did caught some great flicks Sunday night. Like Pan's Labyrinth. It's subtitled but such a great movie. And the Lost Boys! I don't think I've seen that movie in over ten years. I had forgetten some of it and had a few laughs at Corey Haim's outfits. So gay looking, even for the 80's.
After Dexter went off, I was going to turn off the TV but channel surfed for a while and came across "Epic Movie"...a spoof movie that hits on Narnia, Snakes on a Plane, The Da Vincci Code, Pirates of the Carribean Deadman's Chest (Darrell Hammond of SNL does a killer Jack Sparrow impression), Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Crispin Glover is a perverted Willie Wonka), Click, Cribbs, Nacho Libre, X-Men, Borat... the list goes on. I laughed my ass off. It was so damn senseless but so funny too. Probably due to my meds..lol..
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
You Are Bare Feet |
 You are a true free spirit, and you can't be tied down. Even wearing shoes can be a little too constraining for you at times! You are very comfortable in your own skin. You are one of the most real people around. You don't have anything to hide. Open and accepting, you are willing to discuss or entertain almost any topic. You are a very tolerant person. You are accepting and not judgmental. You should live: Somewhere warm You should work: At your own business, where you can set the rules |
Cough... cough...Sneeze..Where's that damn tissue?
Well, I caught William's cold and it's turned into a nasty respiratory bug. I feel like crap. It's as if someone is sitting on my chest and I can't get them off.
I think I've gone through 2 boxes of Puffs (they don't blow out like Kleenex does when you have to honk your nose.)
And tomorrow evening is when I go to Al's for that romantic dinner...and I feel horrible. That's my luck of late.
We had some bad storms Sunday night at 'dead time - 3 am'...they were so fierce that I thought the house was gonna be lifted up and I would end up somewhere over the rainbow. Now, don't get me wrong...I'm up for the adventure but I think those ruby shoes would be hell on the feet.
I think I've gone through 2 boxes of Puffs (they don't blow out like Kleenex does when you have to honk your nose.)
And tomorrow evening is when I go to Al's for that romantic dinner...and I feel horrible. That's my luck of late.
We had some bad storms Sunday night at 'dead time - 3 am'...they were so fierce that I thought the house was gonna be lifted up and I would end up somewhere over the rainbow. Now, don't get me wrong...I'm up for the adventure but I think those ruby shoes would be hell on the feet.
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